The blonde couple held hands, lovingly, as they wandered through the village. It felt like a natural thing to do for Buffy, but she felt it was more of a mating persona or marking territory for Spike. Either way, she didn’t really care; she just enjoyed the simple intimacy.
She pulled him into various shops and shared with him what she learned the previous day with Tasha. Spike smiled and talked with the owners in the indigenous language. She, of course, couldn’t translate a word of it. But the way, both, Spike and the people were smiling, they all must be friendly conversations.
The next hut they came to was the jewelry hut. Spike stood back as he watched Buffy’s eyes fall on the red heart with golden streaks. She gently picked it up in her hands to caress it softly with her thumb. With a soft frown, she placed it back and continued on to admire the other pieces. Spike noticed that her eyes did not shine with such enthusiasm as they had with the heart. When she wasn’t looking, Spike reached into his pocket to take out the required amount of wooden token to purchase the item. Luckily, he had earned more than enough yesterday. The woman, running the stand, gladly took his money, and then wrapped up the necklace.
He also noticed a beautiful gemstone ring that sparkled with numerous colors. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. He bargained with the lady and managed to bring her down to a price he could afford, and bought that as well.
He quickly put them into his duster pocket before getting Buffy’s attention to show her the magic hut he was ‘supposedly admiring’.
From there, he got a magical good luck charm for the Nibblet that was made in the shape of a dragon and fashioned to be made into a necklace. It was said to ward off evil spirits and good luck to the wearer.
That was all the money Spike had, so he quickly put the item into his duster, before asking Buffy about anything else she’d like to show him. Her eyes lit up and she ran, pulling him behind her as she took him to the garden in the center of the village. He smiled, admiring all the flowers of different kinds. He longed to bring some home with him, but knew that wasn’t a good idea. Bringing items from another dimension, back into your own, could be very risky. It could possibly mess up the natural flow of the world. He only hoped that bringing Fuzzball and his soon to be companion wouldn’t cause some horrible apocalypse. He figured they were champions though after all so he was sure they could handle anything that came their way.
As he sat on the fountain edge, with Buffy resting her head on his shoulder, he thought about their world. He hated to go back in a week. He was enjoying it here, even with the constant battles and scares. They were almost like a couple here. Not just a fling, not just friends but also a couple. It made him wonder if it wasn’t possible to have the same thing back in their world if her friends would just stop being so judgmental. He felt Buffy stir beside him.
She sat up. “Will you teach me to dance now if we go back home?”
Spike blinked so Buffy corrected herself. “Our room, I mean…” She trailed off and said, “…The room in the fortress.”
She looked greatly embarrassed and Spike stood up, offering her his hand as he admitted, “I think about it as our home, as well. Don’t feel guilty about that.”
Buffy stayed quiet on the way back, thinking of her slipped statement and his reply. Part of her was nervous about that statement but the other part realized she did think of it as their home away from home. What all of that meant though, she wasn’t sure.
Helena had come in to assist Spike in teaching Buffy some popular dance routines. They were, surprisingly, similar to what he was used to and figured that dancing had been around for centuries and probably didn’t change much. Buffy had watched on, with jealousy, as Helena danced with Spike, to show Buffy how easy dancing was. Buffy wanted to ring Helena’s neck, not watch her dance. The other girl had her arm around Spike’s neck and was touching his hand, and her head would sometimes brush his chest and neck. By the time Helena had left, Buffy was ready to burst with anger.
Spike noticed her anger and sighed, placing a kiss on Buffy’s lips. “It was only dancing, pet.”
Buffy folded her arms in front of her chest and scrunched her nose. “Which, I’m not learning because you already had enough dancing today, what with, that maid draped over all you. You two were so close that you might at well have been having sex!“
Spike rolled his eyes. “We were fully clothed and she was hardly doing anything inappropriate. You need to lighten up, Buffy,” he walked closer to her, planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “You know I only love you.”
The words softened Buffy’s jealously but she was still angry. She stomped out of the room and into the bathroom to sit on the edge of the tub and sulk. Fuzzball wandered in, obviously sensing Buffy’s distress, and she picked him up and placed him on her lap. Buffy sighed as she pet him, hating the feeling of jealousy.
She continued to sit, petting Fuzzball for a few minutes until she felt Spike’s presence in the room, and then felt his leg brush against hers. She tensed and wiped her tears away, but not before Spike saw them. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she flinched, not used to comfort but relented as he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry my dancing with Helena made you jealous. That wasn’t my goal, I swear. I just thought perhaps if you could see how bloody beautiful dancing could be, that you would perhaps do it with more confidence.”
Buffy looked up at him and admitted, “I’m not really upset that you made me jealous…I’m more upset that I got jealous and what it all means. I’ve decided the only thing worse than being jealous is being rejected.”
Spike looked at her surprised. “I never rejected you.”
Buffy whispered, “I know. But I’ve been rejected a few times and used. That feels worse than jealousy but I don’t like feeling jealous.”
Spike nodded. “Lack of trust can cause jealousy. I would never hurt you, Buffy. You must know that. I’d never hurt you and I’d do anything in my power to ensure nothing else ever hurt you, as well.”
Buffy realized that she was being silly. She did trust Spike so she had no reason to be jealous.
She turned to look at him. “Will you teach me to dance now?”
Spike chuckled and stood up, offering her his hand and proceeded to twirl her around. He bent her backwards so she was resting on his arm.
“See, you could handle that, therefore you can handle dancing,“ he whispered with a grin.
Buffy smiled and followed him into the room for the lessons.
Three hours later, after much practice and many lessons, the duo was twirling around the room, happily. Spike brought Buffy into a dip and leaned over to kiss her. Their sexual tension had been high because of the twirling and dancing. They had spent the first hour on and off, bickering, as Buffy insisted she couldn’t do the step. He insisted she could and she had refused to let him lead when she did learn something. Slowly, by the second hour, they had been moving awkwardly but still definitely dancing around the room with various steps. By the last hour, they were fluent and moved as though they were one. To the outsider, Spike knew that they would appear to have danced together hundreds of times, even though, in reality, only a few hours. By the third hour, now, Buffy was so turned on she could pop and the looks she was giving him and the way she was moving herself across him, seductively, spoke like sex on the dance floor.
Finally, Spike could take it no more and kissed her with such passion that Buffy’s legs buckled. Spike was there to catch her as she almost fell to the ground, and instead she found herself being carried over to the bed, barely breaking the kiss. She moaned as he quickly removed her clothes and his own, and then desperately pulled him to her body, wanting to feel his cool skin against her heated flesh. He hissed with pleasure as his erection brushed her leg and she arched her hips, eager to feel him inside of her. He lowered his head from her lips, finally, to her neck, sucking and nibbling on the marks he had made over the past two weeks.
Buffy loved the way they affected her. She wasn’t sure if it was because they were made by Spike and he was using them in such an erotic nature, or if they were something special. She didn’t really care, as long as he kept doing it. Buffy racked her nails down his back and over his butt to try to push his erection into her folds. He groaned, arching his back and hips to rub his rod against her clit, making her wither beneath him. She arched her hips up again, making him gently enter her, and then lead him back out again. He was nipping and teasing her breasts making her desire him even more.
She finally couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out, “Please, I need you.”
He nodded, feeling the pull himself, and rubbed across her clit once before sliding into her entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. She gasped his name, in pleasure; finally, he was fully inside of her. He groaned as he kissed her, and then locked eyes with her as he kept up his rhythm that she easily matched. She moaned, closing her eyes before opening them, determined to share this with him fully. He reached a hand up to cup her cheek and she leaned into his touch as she felt her body shudder with pleasure as he swirled his hips, perfectly, to rub against her clit as well. He used his other hand to massage her breast, paying close attention to her nipples, making it even harder for her to keep her eyes open. Pleasure flashed through both of their eyes and for a brief moment, Buffy could almost feel what he was feeling because it was written all over his face. She felt him quiver inside of her and she was sent spiraling over the edge as she clung onto him for dear life, feeling closer to him than ever.
He leaned down to kiss her, muffling her moans and then he kissed down her neck to suck gently on his mark.
“Now,“ she breathed.
He vamped out and pierced her flesh with his fangs. He closed his eyes as her essence filled him completely. He tasted love and devotion for the first time from her and it was overpowering, causing him to orgasm.
He carefully continued to pull blood as his body was racked with desire and pleasure, until he felt her whisper in his ear, “I love you, Spike.”
He quickly pulled his fangs out, licking the wound, and then stared into her eyes. Spike saw nothing but the truth staring back at him.
“I love you, too, Buffy,” he whispered in awe.
He was surprised when she didn’t flinch and instead hugged her close to him as he removed himself from her, rolling over to pull her with him. She rested her head on his chest as they both basked in the afterglow. The feeling of being loved completely and fully washed over them.
She idling traced circles on his chest, marveling at how she felt.
Spike whispered, “We should nap before The Ball tonight, luv.”
Buffy nodded and closed her eyes as she felt Spike place a kiss into her hair.
“Will the maid wake us?” she asked, not wanting to be late to The Ball.
Spike nodded as she drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved.